I connect letters
each with cases,
and various shapes
Some straight, others curvy
and play matchmaker
with words and scenes.
I have no more
than one or two pages worth of time
to make it all work
just enough to not appear tired.
I set the empty sky up on a date
with a full harvest moon
I introduce the stars
to a pessimist’s dusty dreams
it all works out
And I will sit back with a smile
as I watch them stroll
through some scenic place,
fresh with color,
and background sound
sharing harmony at a perfect distance.
I take contradictions,
balance them on each hand
And then join them together
Until they become
one prayer of a promising friendship.
I touch emotions with warning labels
Things that spark and cause a shake
when thrown in a tub of sorrow.
I leave caution to fend for itself,
while I relentlessly dance with fear
until the jealous night concedes.
Some nights I trade
lamps without lampshades
for lightly scented candles
with trimmed wicks
Some days I choose a keyboard
So I can delete the thoughts
Of feeling like something
That is filled with crumbled paper
I've been called a poet
perhaps because I am really nothing